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of my purse. Walking around to the other side of the car, I dialed Ann.
    “Love muffin!”
    “Don’t love muffin me!” I whispered harshly. “What are you doing?!”
    “You’ll have to be clearer, dumpling. Right now, I’m getting fucked.”
    “You answered the phone while fucking??” I asked, incredulously.
    “Why not? Now tell me what’s got your pubes in a knot.”
    “Oh my God,” I sighed and hung my head. “Do you know who my drum teacher is?”
    “Some guy named Jensen? I was told he’s the best. Plays in a famous rock band. We were lucky to get him.”
    “You knew,” I whispered. “How did you know?”
    “How did I know what?”
    “Don’t play games with me, Ann. Do you know how long it took me to get over Jensen Pratt? And you just threw him right back into my life! He’s my drum teacher? How could you do this to me?”
    “I must go, darling, the finale is coming.”
    “This conversation is not over!”
    I stared at my phone as the connection was lost. Pulling myself up, I pocketed my phone and turned to find Jensen a few feet away. My cheeks heated at the sly smirk on his face.
    “How much of that did you hear?” I asked.
    Jensen shrugged and crossed his arms. “Not much. I have to say, I’m surprised to see you.”
    “Yeah? Well, so am I.” I turned and walked toward the building. “I’m meeting my guitar teacher here.”
    “You’ll be working with me as well.”
    I stopped walking and turned slowly. “You did hear the conversation, didn’t you?”
    “No, but you’re taking drum lessons and I just took on a new student.”
    “Well, this is just fantastic!” I threw my hands up in the air. “Where is the guitar teacher?”
    “Wyatt? Oh, he’s here.”
    “You know him?”
    “Well, yeah. He’s the guitarist in my band.”
    “So you got the dream,” I said, quietly.
    “Yeah. I did.” Jensen seemed to stare right through me. He coughed and held his hand out. “Well, let’s go inside.”
    I met Wyatt Presley, my guitar teacher, as Jensen checked in with the rest of his band. He was younger than Jensen was, with dark, curly hair and light brown eyes. We went over what he expected and what I needed. Jensen poked his head in the room and nodded to Wyatt.
    “You about done?”
    “Yep. See you soon, Serena.” Wyatt shook my hand.
     
    I followed Jensen back to his recording studio and sat in a soundproof room as he went over the details of our drum lessons. I couldn’t believe I was sitting right next to him. Damn Ann. She had to know who he was. I watched him as he talked, his hands holding the contract I was supposed to sign.
    “Serena?”
    “Yep?”
    “Are you listening to me at all?”
    Nope.
    “Yes.”
    “Look, if you’d feel more comfortable with someone else, I’d understand.”
    “Who says I’m not comfortable? Do I look uncomfortable?” I glared at him.
    Truth was, I was nervous. Being that close to him again put me off-balance.
    “You look constipated,” Jensen drawled.
    “Excuse me?”
    “Loosen up a bit, will ya? I’m not going to bite you.”
    “Jesus,” I sighed, palming my forehead.
    “Are you hungry?”
    “What?”
    “You look hungry. Let’s get some food and go over this schedule.”
    “But I—”
    “Nope. No arguments.”
    How did I get here? Jensen opened the door for me and I walked ahead of him. I swear I felt his eyes on my ass and when I glanced over my shoulder, his head sprang up. I shot him a look and unlocked my car.
    “You want to follow me?” he asked.
    “I guess. I kind of know the town.”
    “When did you get here?”
    “About a week ago or so.”
    “Oh. Did you buy a house?”
    “Nope. Rented down in Kachina.”
    “Awesome place. I’ll drive, you follow.”
    We ended up at some Mexican restaurant and Jensen ordered two Dos Equis. I wasn’t sure I wanted to drink in his presence. My stomach was already in knots. Jensen reclined in the booth, smiling at me.
    “What?” I scowled.
    “Serena Devane. You